"So they're in the castle?" Vaughn queried, checking their coordinates.
Sydney snorted, "Just Sark's kind of hideout. A castle."
Vaughn rolled his eyes, "You'd think he'd pick someplace a little less conspicuous."
Sydney smiled, "Yes, but for years I wondered why he didn't dress a bit less suspiciously, or at least less expensive."
"What did you decide in the end?" Vaughn asked.
That I had thought far too long about how good Sark looked in what he wore, Sydney thought guiltily. Seeing Vaughn's expectant look, she shrugged, "That he was a moron."
Vaughn sensed something unsaid there, but decided to overlook it temporarily. "Are you ready for this?"
Sydney adjusted her com and nodded.
"Are you sure I shouldn't go in? You just got back on the job!" Vaughn reasoned, not for the first time.
Sydney resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "I'll be fine." Sometimes Vaughn was just a bit overprotective, but she tried to overlook it for his…other assets.